Let us who Joshuva and Dhanya were. They were two migrants, a highly loving duo, who entered into their wedlock, a couple of years back. She was lucky enough to migrate to one of the countries in the Middle East along with her groom. Both had exhibited their frontline position in academics, though both were not from the so-called equivalent families. Their academic calibre had placed them in handsomely-paid companies. Amidst their joyful life, Dhanya had given a coaching to her mind not to dig into her distressed past. Now they have planned to travel to their native place; alas!A new project came on the way of Joshua’s leave. Therefore, he was chained in the company for six more months before obtaining his leave, sanctioned.But he never allowed the ticket of his better half to be done away with Sourav's leave. Though the latter was hesitant to alight to her nation alone, she was not adamant in that.
As she was alone in her seat, her mind deviated to the past, not abiding by the rules laid down by herself. It jumped out of her control and wandered around the grassy pasture, which captivated two hearts once. Dhanya was an engineering student and her love Sourav Joseph, an ITC apprentice. They used to gloriously sit and exchange their wooing words, in a hilly grassland near their house. A fat bough of a lovely mango tree stood there hugging the earth. And the tree-bough served as a swing for the duo while they enjoyed their togetherness. At times crows, squirrels, etc. visited the tree and watched the lovers from up wholeheartedly. Delightfully grazing cows were their comrades on the land, witnessing their gestures.
During the journey of time, Dhanya’s parents somehow smelt
the affair, which produced an unfavourable savour to them. The advice followed
by threats followed by reproofs followed by prop-handling could seldom change
her mind even an inch. However going up and down the college, was well
monitored.
One day out of intolerance, she broke out with ire and
questioned her parents, “Achcha, mom and
you belong to different castes. You got married? We both are same Faith at least."
“The wretched fellow is a convert , his parents are low-type people. Not that he is an ITC pass only, while you are an engineer.”
The luck of the parents or anything, Sourav met with
an accident on the road and alas! He took his last breath.
Dhanya literally broke down. It took six months of counselling and special parental care for normalcy to bless her. As a result, she had to stand near Joshua in the Church, for solemnising their nuptials.
The announcement of untying the seatbelt alerted her; she lanted in her native land. The next day, around five at dawn, Dhanya covertly opened the back door of her room and walked towards the Mango-tree-bough.
No sooner, did she sit on the bough carrying a heavy heart than the much lovable lovely voice whispered, “Dhanya, honey!”
She indeed felt endeared and fell into a delirium state,“O!
Sourav, dear, where are you?” Her words were soft.
“I am here, but you can not see me. I am alone. I have
nobody here.”
'O! Let’s talk as earlier.'
“Did you believe your parents? You are silly, my girl. It was not an accident. It was a murder, cold-blooded murder when Joshua's proposal reached your parents. It was a lottery for your people.”
When Joshua, who was abroad, approached with a proposal, the parents observed a 'goose laying golden eggs in him. So, they wanted not to lose it. Moreover, they thought the groom did not worry about the caste of Dhanya, whose parents were of two Faiths.
“yes, but how?”
“I was walking on the pavement of the road. One man came near and pushed me to the middle. At once, a car ran over me and finished. The apparent drama had won the game.”
Dhanya had created a hell there. The parents could do nothing but inform Joshua, who booked the ticket to Kerala. Since he was aware of the issue, he was able to manage things in a harmonizing way. He aimed at solacing and detaching Dhyanya forever from the stalk of her anguish. He made up his mind to believe that the incident was her hallucination.
